Disclaimer: I don't own anything, basically. Also, sorry if it's shit, I saw the movie today and felt the need to write something about my favourite character, Merlin, and didn't care that I was half asleep when doing so.
So, it was three. Three Kingsmen against Valentine and what could only be considered his army. A knight who hadn't been in the field in more years than he would care to admit, a rookie who had been accepted only days prior, and a boy whose recklessness had him leave training with nothing to take home with him besides a pug. Merlin couldn't help but sigh as he placed his head in his hands.
The two young agents were readying themselves for the jet and he had what he knew would be his last moment alone for a good while. They didn't have to be only three, he considered briefly before dismissing the thought quickly. No, he didn't know if he could trust any of the other knights, and he didn't have time to thoroughly check any out. They had to move. Now.
His thoughts glanced towards the one knight he was sure would help, who would drop everything, months worth of work, just to be at their side. The one person he couldn't even fathom would betray him, betray them, he corrected himself quickly. But then, Arthur had betrayed them. How could he be so certain about Guinevere? Legend had her as Arthur's queen, a queen who had left his side, but his queen nonetheless. No, he decided sharply. Even if he could trust her, she was still on a mission in Brazil. Even if he could get to her without wasting time, it would take too much time catching her up. No. It was three. Three against Valentine's army.